The zebra-bird flies over
my half-napping face & lands
in a crab apple tree freckled
with holes Aloe green apples
globed & swinging adorn
hundreds of gaudy earrings
I get dizzy from breathing
with my eyes closed The song
doubles in my ears A different bird
with a red head stabs its face
into the earth I want to be like that
total in my wanting for you
A breeze splits off
& tangles above the stream
A cloud that looks like a cowgirl
boot comes & covers the sun